Significant Other

    Sweetheart, better half, spouse, domestic partner, lover, soulmate, or life partner. Divorced and experiencing empty nest syndrome, I finally figured out food had become my significant other. No date on Friday night. No problem. Pizza and a Pepsi were there to comfort me. No one there to hold my hand or keep me warm at night. Food provided those mood altering endorphins that usually come from a fulfilling relationship.
      Now, it’s not like I weigh three hundred pounds and need an intervention, bring in Richard Simmons. But I have a class reunion coming up, and I have to look fabulous for this event.
      Fifteen or fifty, when you get back with the old clique, old insecurities and habits rear their ugly heads. And you know how we are, girls. We talk. No. Correction. We gossip about each other. Boy, Susie’s looking old, isn’t she? Did you see what Mary’s wearing tonight? Or, what about Linda? I think she’s had a little work done, if you know what I mean. Wink. Wink. And Diane? Look at her. She’s really put on weight. Yes, this is exactly what we do. Admit, it ladies.  
      Even more important is being ready for the moment you run into your former high school sweetheart... you know the one. The guy who dumped you for the prissy little cheerleader. I can’t wait to be standing there, looking slim, trim, and fabulous with an “eat your heart out” smile plastered on my face.
      So, bring on the protein shakes and meal bars. Prepare that “lean and green” dinner. No summer cook-outs for me. No brats, burgers, potato salad, or baked beans. Adult beverages? Sorry, nuh uh. Cakes, cookies, ice cream. Forget it.
      Time to break-up with my “significant other”. Sorry food. I need some space. It’s not you, it’s me. You’ve been great. We need to go our separate ways for a while. Someone is going to be so lucky to have you. It just can’t be me anymore.  
Deny Tomorrow http://tinyurl.com/pu3n8mb  amazon site